A young man dressed in a light cyan wide coat with wide sleeves, his emaciated face was full of sorrow, and he sighed: "The scenery is very good, but the Yellow River is changed to the Yangtze River." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "First of all, it broke the deathly silence around it.

Huan Qilang was dressed in a light purple three-soloa brocade robe, and the collar of the brocade was embroidered with a green bamboo, which set off the sick and thin face like a jade-like warmth, and at this time, his face was full of righteous indignation, and the jade face was slightly red due to excitement, and his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes looked at the turbulent Yangtze River, and tears appeared in his eyes. "Such magnificent mountains and rivers are going to be given up to the Hu people!" ”

Everyone was touched by this sad and indignant sentence, and the grief that they had endured finally broke out.

The girl Lang Jun of the scholar clan shed tears on her clothes, and the bursts of crying were originally just faint sobs, and then, more and more people joined in this mourning, and the grief-stricken cries echoed between the green peaks on both sides of the Yangtze River. The echo echoed, making the scene more and more sad.

The feelings of family and country that people can hardly express have been silent after running to the riverside with a gray face, but at this moment, they burst out.

Huan Qilang's heart was as anxious as fire, and the next day and night, Wang Jingzhi and Yang Yu still did not show up, and there was no news coming. Looking at the scene of the broken mountains and rivers again, I couldn't help but feel sad from it, and said in a low voice: "What is the difference between the prisoners in the prison who were driven by the Hu people and need to cross the river to avoid it?" ”

Wang Ning was a gorgeous Qiluo, his eyes were full of sadness and anxiety, and he said in a low voice: "The mountains and rivers are no more, where is home?" The voice was very quiet, as if it were speaking to oneself.

"We will work together to repay the upper authorities and recover the Central Plains. How can you weep as a prisoner! ”

When everyone was in pain, the young man who suddenly heard this inspiring sentence and said it was as bright as the sun and the moon in his arms, and rotten like lightning under the rock.

Wang Jing was dressed in a plain robe, straddling the horse, his face was like jade, his hair was like a feather, his expression was solemn and Lingran, with that special demeanor, everyone present suddenly felt a shock in their hearts.

Wang Jing's eyes swept the situation inside and outside the camp, and his eyes couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Yasuyuki! Huan Qilang shouted in surprise, and the graceful and slow steps under his feet panicked, and stepped forward.

Wang Ningzhi looked at Wang Jingzhi from afar, a smile crossed his lips, and he said in a low voice: "You can sleep peacefully tonight." Then he turned back to the most sumptuous one that stood in the midst of the many curtains.

Wang Jingzhi's eyes flashed slightly, and when he saw the figure quietly retreating, he felt a little sour in his heart, he frowned slightly, and shook his head secretly.

"Sister Jingmo, Wang Jingzhi is here!" Qi Yan lifted the curtain and shouted loudly.

Jingmo, who was busy mending clothes, was unsteady in her hand, and the iron needle pierced her index finger, but her face was full of surprise and smiles, put down her clothes, greeted Qi Yan, and grabbed Qi Yan's hand with both hands: "Can you see the girl?" ”

Qi Yan shook his head and said, "Only Wang's Langjun and Yang's Langjun rode here." ”

Jing Mo's heart sank, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

"Sister Jingmo! Qi Yan held her.

Jingmo gritted his teeth and took Qi Yan's hand and ran out of the tent.

Wang Jingzhi and Yang Guchen have already dismounted.

Ah Tong squeezed in front of the crowd, and the gray dog that had been up to his calf followed to the side.

"What about Ah Yu? Ah Tong's voice was slightly childish, and his tone was anxious.

Huan Qiurong, who was beside Huan Qilang, was suddenly startled, and stared at Wang Jingzhi with round eyes: "Where is Sister Yu?" ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled lightly between his lips and said, "If Ah Yu is gone, you seem to want to eat me alive." ”

Hearing Wang Jingzhi's tone with banter, everyone's hearts were at ease, looking at his expression, Yang Yu would definitely be fine.

Wang Jing's eyes looked in the direction he had come from.

Not far away, several carriages appeared, and the carriages traveled leisurely, not in a hurry or slowly.

Wang Jingzhi's thin lips rose slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said softly: "Ah Yu hasn't slept all night, don't disturb you." ”

Ah Tongsheng, who was about to call out Yang Yu's name, stuck the word "A" in his throat and looked at Wang Jingzhi suspiciously: "Why did Ah Yu stay awake all night?" ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled and said, "We'll see later." ”

Ah Tong frowned slightly, and walked to Yang Guchen on the side.

Jingmo was standing beside Yang Guchen, listening to Yang Guchen's third story today.

The original vocabulary describes the deficiencies, but after two times of narration, he has become as fluent as the storyteller in the teahouse, and the choice of words and sentences is more appropriate, which is immersive.

Lang Jun's sister-in-law on one side couldn't help but be attracted to the past, everyone was originally standing and listening, Yang Guchen felt that his legs were sore, sat on the ground, and talked loudly. And they all sat down.

The ladies of the family who did not sit on the non-satin soft couch in the past did not notice these at all.

The carriage finally arrived at the riverside, and the carriage was constantly rhythmic due to the bumps, and when it stopped, Yang Yu gradually woke up.

She lifted the curtain with her bare hands and emerged from the carriage.

saw a group of Langjun girls surrounding Yang Guchen in the middle, and Yang Guchen was also tired of it, almost dancing and gesturing.

This scene happened like this, who still remembers Fang Cai's sad and indignant patriotism?

Wang Jingzhi looked at it, and he didn't know whether to be happy for Yang Yu or sad for the country's ruin, and his face was as calm as water. He summoned his servants and gave him a command.

At a moment's notice, dozens of cauldrons were set up outside the camp, and fragrant glutinous rice porridge was boiling in the pot.

The homeless people were hungry and looked at them with a long look, but they did not dare to come forward.

When the porridge was cold and warm, the servant raised his voice and shouted: "Langya Wang's soup porridge!" ”

Just listening to this sentence, those homeless people were stunned for a moment, and then, they rushed towards the porridge shed, men, women and children had no moral courtesy, fortunately, the Wang family's servants were all equipped with kung fu, and there were many people, so they could control the scene.

Holding bowls in their hands, whether they are clean or hot, these homeless people pour the porridge directly into their mouths. If it weren't for Wang Jingzhi's reminder in advance that he must wait until the porridge is cold before he can start distribution, I am afraid that he would have been scalded to death.

I saw an old man in ragged clothes, holding a broken bowl in his hand, he didn't dare to put it in his mouth, he held the bowl high above his head, knelt down tremblingly, and said with tears on his face at the plain robe by the river, who was shrouded in moon shadows and bright mornings: "Thank you, noble!" ”

With this beginning, countless homeless people fell to their knees, touched their heads to the ground, and shouted the unknown nobleman in their mouths, expressing their gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing the magnificent rivers and mountains and the common people, Wang Jingzhi stood quietly by the river, the turbulent river wet his clothes, and the cry of grief had gone with the wind.

Yang Yu walked towards her slowly, and his hands unconsciously stroked the white bihuan on his chest.

"Lang Jun is sad? Her voice came with the wind.

Wang Jingzhi turned his eyes to look at Yang Yu, raised his hand slowly, his skeletal and slender palm stroked Yang Yu's hair, and said slowly: "None." (To be continued.) )